@sixeard ♥’d for a starter !
❝ uh oh, here comes trouble. what d’ya want this time ? ❞
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@sixeard ♥’d for a starter !
❝ uh oh, here comes trouble. what d’ya want this time ? ❞
@sixeard ♥’d for a starter !
❝ and you’re here because ... ? ❞
@sixeard { ☯ }
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to care...”
Instead, he is just burying himself more into the body pillow with a soft yawn. Not really questioning the shadow’s actions — probably for blackmail or something. He really couldn’t care the reasoning behind the candid shots right now. More tired chirps and a few trills leaving as he tried to drift back off, hating this feeling and wanting it to be over.
“...least be quiet. Please.”
@sixeard: close he lays, resting head against old friend's shoulder. macaque's eyelids droop, heaved by stone weighted sleep. fur flicks with the wind and a yawn steeps off of growl-stapled lips. all he can manage is a grunt towards his yang.
how long has it been since they’d fallen asleep? (since they’ve been this close to each other?) time seems to blur together in the threshold between dreams and reality, where centuries and minutes are but a step away from each other. wukong almost believes that they’ve been sitting like this forever- with macaque’s head resting and wukong sitting uncharacteristically still, broad shoulder unwavering, as sturdy as he can will it to be.
the classic wukongian urge to wake him up is there; the tempting pull towards their new normal- it’s safe, in a twisted way, a place where he can never truly see the tangibility of the damage he’s dealt, where the yin is cast wholly in the yang’s devouring shadow- but the monkey king does nothing to disturb his old friend. for once, he simply is.
macaque follows in his footsteps soon after, slowly rousing from his slumber. old monkey can feel every movement against him- the rustle of his fur, the shift in his weight, his cheek against his collarbone. wukong returns his greeting with an incoherent grumble, resting his temple against his yin’s.
❝ mornin’, sleeping beauty, ❞ he finally says, his voice thick with sleep. right, back to business. ❝ how was your impromptu nap sesh? ❞
‘ don’t act so coy. ’ for wukong!
☯ RP MEME : ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS ☯
“Or you’re going to do what exactly?”
Challenging the ebony simian with a look that spoke volumes. Not exactly trying to provoke a confrontation with the other — not in the mood to exchange more than heated words at best. It was too much effort in his opinion right now and he didn’t feel like exerting himself either way. Not without good reason.
So, instead he stared down the shadow wielder. Not willing to be anything but evasive with the six-eared warrior before him about — well, about anything really. Keeping guarded in a sense. He wasn’t about to give him any weakness to exploit or even use to tease and taint him. Nope.
“ — I’m waiting.”
@sixeard: they're a 10 but they're you, a lazy washed-up hero with nothing more than peach juice left to identify their days of glory. / src.
his impulse: to snark. (heavens above, he really wants to. flashes of irritation itch at his brain- wukong has never been able to hide his emotions for long, be it realized from the hunch of his shoulders, the twitch of his eyebrow, or the curl of his lip. he mustn’t, he mustn’t!) but, of course, wukong can never resist for long. whenever yin bites, yang always has to bite back.
❝ you know, with all that said, you’re still rating this has been a ten. a has been who, mind you, collects millions of royalties on monkey king figurine sales every year. so, you know, who’s really winning here? not like i’m keeping score here or anything. ❞
nezha's a 10 but unfortunately has some golden baggage they can't quite get rid of. (thanks for dumping him on me, bud.)
"I have over three thousand years worth of baggage. Some from as early as three days after I was brought into this world. Until someone decides that I'm allowed to retire, I think it's gonna stay that way."
@sixeard: you're repulsive /and/ an imbecile. @inmiasma: how do you block someone irl? @sortaequaltoheaven: do you want to kiss
❝ q&a session? oh, yes, we all do love a good question and answer! ❞
❝ 1. tell me something i don't know! assuming those big words mean devilishly handsome. which i am, by the way. like, it's in my title? h-a-n-s-u-m. ❞
❝ 2. you can't! next question! ❞
❝ 3. i will give you a kiss anytime, bud. ❞